<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11965693</id><updated>2011-08-06T19:48:31.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Town Talk</title><subtitle type='html'>My life with the animals I love</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kerstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499743801511435130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11965693.post-5247107576410161107</id><published>2008-11-21T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T05:25:35.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dog comes to town!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0IH127k1E8/SSa1Hu83PVI/AAAAAAAAABg/1RVNQbLVqeA/s1600-h/IMG_0993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0IH127k1E8/SSa1Hu83PVI/AAAAAAAAABg/1RVNQbLVqeA/s400/IMG_0993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271099558350765394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Rory&lt;/span&gt;, the newest member of the family is a funny, full of life dog.&lt;br /&gt;Rory is a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. We got her from a family that couldn't have her anymore because they have allergies.&lt;br /&gt;The cats somewhat love her. Especially when she is sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Rory has it in her mind that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Lorelie&lt;/span&gt; loves being her playmate. In reality, Lorelie just loves beating her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mika&lt;/span&gt; doesn't want anything to do with Rory.&lt;br /&gt;Rory's favorite things to do are look out the window while on the cat castle, looking for mommy, sleeping with mommy and dance.&lt;br /&gt;She likes to get into things that don't belong to her as well.&lt;br /&gt;She has been a wonderful, entertaining and crazy addition to our family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11965693-5247107576410161107?l=dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/feeds/5247107576410161107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11965693&amp;postID=5247107576410161107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/5247107576410161107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/5247107576410161107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/2008/11/dog-comes-to-town.html' title='dog comes to town!'/><author><name>kerstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499743801511435130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0IH127k1E8/SSa1Hu83PVI/AAAAAAAAABg/1RVNQbLVqeA/s72-c/IMG_0993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11965693.post-28493593798229938</id><published>2007-12-06T05:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:58:33.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oma is here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0IH127k1E8/R1f0udTLihI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tfGG5tcYd0U/s1600-h/lorweather.jpg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0IH127k1E8/R1f0udTLihI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tfGG5tcYd0U/s400/lorweather.jpg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140846578642946578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oma&lt;/span&gt; is finally here.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seems to be on either their best behavior or funniest behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Lorelie&lt;/span&gt; is definitely on her funniest behavior.&lt;br /&gt;Oma was talking about how they had a cat when daddy was little -- in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;18th Century&lt;/span&gt; -- and how the cat would sit on top of the TV and swipe at the basketball when they were watching basketball. Right after Oma got done saying that, Lorelie got on top of the TV and sat there and laid there for a few minutes. When everyone got home, she got on top of the TV and started to watch the weather.&lt;br /&gt;She stayed on there until I went to dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11965693-28493593798229938?l=dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/feeds/28493593798229938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11965693&amp;postID=28493593798229938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/28493593798229938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/28493593798229938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/2007/12/oma-is-here.html' title='Oma is here'/><author><name>kerstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499743801511435130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d0IH127k1E8/R1f0udTLihI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tfGG5tcYd0U/s72-c/lorweather.jpg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11965693.post-4248422494757552016</id><published>2007-11-13T18:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:58:33.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXTRA! EXTRA! World War III starts... then ends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0IH127k1E8/RzpgdA87ZxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ganf9cN8SiA/s1600-h/catslovey.jpg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0IH127k1E8/RzpgdA87ZxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ganf9cN8SiA/s400/catslovey.jpg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132520776930125586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Just about  two weeks ago, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;World War III&lt;/span&gt; started in our house.&lt;br /&gt;The cats started having their normal fights one morning. We thought it was nothing because they always do it. It turned out though, that when I got home, they were still fighting.&lt;br /&gt;The fighting went on and off for about two weeks. Then, last Thursday, the cats surrendered. We have no clue who or exactly when, but when Daddy was off, he went into the living room and saw the two cats sleeping together. When they woke up, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Lorelie&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mika&lt;/span&gt; were licking each others heads. Usually, Mika does not care for that.&lt;br /&gt;Since then, the cats have gotten along pretty well. Hopefully there will be no World War IV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11965693-4248422494757552016?l=dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/feeds/4248422494757552016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11965693&amp;postID=4248422494757552016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/4248422494757552016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/4248422494757552016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/2007/11/extra-extra-world-war-iii-starts-then.html' title='EXTRA! EXTRA! World War III starts... then ends!'/><author><name>kerstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499743801511435130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0IH127k1E8/RzpgdA87ZxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ganf9cN8SiA/s72-c/catslovey.jpg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11965693.post-4168565031097086921</id><published>2007-09-19T05:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:58:33.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The cats and my cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0IH127k1E8/RvES9U9iOKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JymuylNwVxQ/s1600-h/cats_sox.jpg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0IH127k1E8/RvES9U9iOKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JymuylNwVxQ/s400/cats_sox.jpg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111887896850348194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt; lately, coughing, popping of the ears -- which is not fun, by the way -- and the nose that never stops.&lt;br /&gt;I got my cold from Annika and now she is feeling a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;One of the two cats has been hanging around with me a lot. She will follow me everywhere, she will lay with me, and she doesn't mind my coughing. Which cat is she?&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you the answer... it's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; MIKA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every afternoon when I get home, she is the first one to greet me. When I go to the bathroom, she will eat, which is kind of weird, because she is always eating when we are around. It makes you think she starves herself when we're not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Lor&lt;/span&gt; has not been like that. She never follows me. She seems to run whenever I cough. The only time she wants to be around me is when I say: "OK, Time for me to take a bath."&lt;br /&gt;About two weeks ago, Lor did sleep with me and I could tell. She would bite my pinkie, tackle my toes and then, when she was bored with that, she would sleep on top of me.&lt;br /&gt;Mika has been sleeping with me some of the time since then. She is the nice one to sleep with. She doesn't bite your toes, she doesn't bite your pinkie. All she does is purr and sometimes lay on you.&lt;br /&gt;While I have been sick, one cat has been extra generous and the other is afraid she might catch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11965693-4168565031097086921?l=dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/feeds/4168565031097086921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11965693&amp;postID=4168565031097086921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/4168565031097086921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/4168565031097086921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/2007/09/cats-and-my-cold.html' title='The cats and my cold'/><author><name>kerstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499743801511435130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0IH127k1E8/RvES9U9iOKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JymuylNwVxQ/s72-c/cats_sox.jpg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11965693.post-4798264193301974576</id><published>2007-08-03T07:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:58:33.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mika's mommy moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0IH127k1E8/RrM8pVQgXWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6DtUYjCscsY/s1600-h/lumeeksoutside.jpg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0IH127k1E8/RrM8pVQgXWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6DtUYjCscsY/s400/lumeeksoutside.jpg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094482284264840546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Two days ago, we had taken &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mika&lt;/span&gt; outside so that she would stop whining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mika&lt;/span&gt; always whines when we go outside because she wants to join us.&lt;br /&gt;She will only stop whining once we have taken her outside and put her on her chain. We need to put her on the chain so she doesn't get away, although two days ago I took her off her chain to take her inside and she didn't move.&lt;br /&gt;Now, getting back to my story, we took her outside and I went to get her some water. When I came back, I saw this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;little stray kitten&lt;/span&gt; sticking her head through the fence and holding out a paw and meowing at Mika. It was almost like the kitten thought Mika was its mom.&lt;br /&gt;The kitten then started to meow at me for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;So, I did what I always did to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Lor&lt;/span&gt;, I started to talk in a high-pitched tone so it almost sounded like I was meowing. The kitten hung around with us for a little bit longer, but then took off to go do something.&lt;br /&gt;After the kitten left, I put a big thing of water out for it, then took crazy Mika inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11965693-4798264193301974576?l=dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/feeds/4798264193301974576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11965693&amp;postID=4798264193301974576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/4798264193301974576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/4798264193301974576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/2007/08/mikas-mommy-moment.html' title='Mika&apos;s mommy moment'/><author><name>kerstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499743801511435130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0IH127k1E8/RrM8pVQgXWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6DtUYjCscsY/s72-c/lumeeksoutside.jpg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11965693.post-2452279029622021704</id><published>2007-05-12T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:58:33.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet daredevil Lorelie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0IH127k1E8/RkXaQQQb4ZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7ts7kiaPlcg/s1600-h/recklesslor.jpg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0IH127k1E8/RkXaQQQb4ZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7ts7kiaPlcg/s400/recklesslor.jpg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063693328824656274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;daredevil&lt;/span&gt; is somebody who is not afraid. Somebody who does crazy stunts all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Meet daredevil &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Lorelie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Lately Lorelie has been performing stunts all over the house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; When my dad goes to get food Lor jumps onto a table that is on its side. She loses her balance and falls off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; We have four folding chairs stacked along a wall. Lor jumped onto the top of the last one and knocked all of them onto the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; We have six new chairs from &lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/ms/en_US/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IKEA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. That are very, very slick. Lor likes to jump onto them but when she does she always slides off the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Lorelie also loves to climb as high as she can and most of the time I have to go rescue her.&lt;br /&gt;It is very fun and there is never a dull moment when Lor is awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11965693-2452279029622021704?l=dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/feeds/2452279029622021704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11965693&amp;postID=2452279029622021704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/2452279029622021704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/2452279029622021704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/2007/05/meet-daredevil-lorelie.html' title='Meet daredevil Lorelie'/><author><name>kerstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499743801511435130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d0IH127k1E8/RkXaQQQb4ZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7ts7kiaPlcg/s72-c/recklesslor.jpg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11965693.post-1077945555082771780</id><published>2007-02-23T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:58:34.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mika's new habits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0IH127k1E8/Rd-syDvxOWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zl2mjvLlzeg/s1600-h/catonclothes.jpg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0IH127k1E8/Rd-syDvxOWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zl2mjvLlzeg/s400/catonclothes.jpg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034932884422605154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mika&lt;/span&gt; has had some very recent new habits.&lt;br /&gt;One of them is that she has been sleeping on clothes lately. She tends to do this when it is "laundry day." We have laundry day about every two weeks and it is where almost all the laundry gets washed and then rewashed because Mika sleeps on them. One of these days I think Mommy is going to figure out that the clothes are eventually going to be covered in cat hair, so there is really no point in rewashing them.&lt;br /&gt;The second thing Mika has been doing lately is getting on top of the kitchen table and sniffing at the food and stuff on it. She has also been trying to bite and eat the two plants that have been put on the table.&lt;br /&gt;The two plants have been put on the table because Wednesday I was sweeping the kitchen floor and a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;mouse&lt;/span&gt; ran by. So I ran and called Mommy and she came home.&lt;br /&gt;So Daddy came home about 15 minutes after Mommy and he moved the cabinet and took the plants and set them on the table.&lt;br /&gt;So far the cats have not caught the mouse but I am pretty sure they will one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11965693-1077945555082771780?l=dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/feeds/1077945555082771780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11965693&amp;postID=1077945555082771780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/1077945555082771780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/1077945555082771780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/2007/02/mikas-new-habits.html' title='Mika&apos;s new habits'/><author><name>kerstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499743801511435130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d0IH127k1E8/Rd-syDvxOWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zl2mjvLlzeg/s72-c/catonclothes.jpg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11965693.post-116852350903672939</id><published>2007-01-11T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T05:51:49.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lor's family tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2244/992/1600/784206/lor_loves_shoes.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2244/992/400/849551/lor_loves_shoes.jpg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Two nights ago, I was reading a magazine about cats and I was looking at this part that had 12 cat breeds on it with pictures of what they look like. I was just flipping through that little part when I saw a picture that looked exactly like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Lorelie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I ran over to my dad and I went: "Oh my God, I think I just found out what Lorelie is!"&lt;br /&gt;The cat breed we found was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Burmese&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Burmese cats are very unique. Some of the things they like to do are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;play fetch&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;do very dangerous stunts&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;talk to people&lt;/span&gt;. And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;if you are reading a book, they love to just come over, lay on it and start cleaning themselves on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We knew Lorelie was Burmese, because the photo showed spots of very little hair around the ear -- just like Lor!&lt;br /&gt;Now that we know this, we understand a little bit why Lorelie is so... unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11965693-116852350903672939?l=dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/feeds/116852350903672939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11965693&amp;postID=116852350903672939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/116852350903672939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/116852350903672939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/2007/01/lors-family-tree.html' title='Lor&apos;s family tree'/><author><name>kerstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499743801511435130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11965693.post-116759127222927532</id><published>2006-12-31T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T10:54:32.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2244/992/1600/173827/cat_christmas1.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2244/992/400/278587/cat_christmas1.jpg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This Christmas was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Lorelie&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mika's&lt;/span&gt; first &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; with us.&lt;br /&gt;Lorelie and Mika were both very impatient the entire day, just barely waiting to open their presents. Mika had been like that for the past three weeks. She kept knocking over both presents and trying to get inside them to see what they were.&lt;br /&gt;When we finally opened the presents, we did Mika's present first. She got some cat treats that were flavored chicken and cheese.&lt;br /&gt;Next, we let Lorelie open her presents. She got a tube of six cat toys.&lt;br /&gt;They both got a water bowl that is really meant for a black lab, but their favorite was the tissue paper we put in there.&lt;br /&gt;So, we all learned that next year we are probably just going to get them tissue paper and not worry about spending so much money on toys!&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11965693-116759127222927532?l=dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/feeds/116759127222927532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11965693&amp;postID=116759127222927532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/116759127222927532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/116759127222927532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/2006/12/cat-christmas.html' title='Cat Christmas'/><author><name>kerstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499743801511435130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11965693.post-116117629415069794</id><published>2006-10-18T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T06:04:50.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my crazy cat day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2244/992/1600/lor_clothes.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2244/992/320/lor_clothes.jpg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This morning, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lorelie&lt;/span&gt; decided she wanted downstairs but she couldn't open the door because you cannot open doors with paws. She couldn't get to the doorknob because there were two hangers completely covered with clean bras.&lt;br /&gt;Lorelie became tangled in a strap of my favorite &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;lime green bra&lt;/span&gt;. She got all freaked out and walked backwards and pulling on the bra opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;Then she was surprised and walked through the door, still tangled in the bra strap, and the bra pulled the door shut.&lt;br /&gt;I heard everyone laughing, so I ran in to see what was going on and daddy said:&lt;br /&gt;"Lorelie is tangled in your bra!"&lt;br /&gt;I looked around and could not see my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black cat&lt;/span&gt; and my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;lime green bra&lt;/span&gt;. I finally looked through the mud porch door and there was Lorelie looking up at me with the lime green bra strap around her stomach.&lt;br /&gt;I took the hanger off the doorknob and Lorelie ran downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this morning, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mika&lt;/span&gt; decided she was going to take a bath with me and couldn't get out of the bathtub because she was slipping in the water.&lt;br /&gt;I guess today is just going to be a crazy cat day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11965693-116117629415069794?l=dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/feeds/116117629415069794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11965693&amp;postID=116117629415069794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/116117629415069794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/116117629415069794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/2006/10/welcome-to-my-crazy-cat-day.html' title='Welcome to my crazy cat day!'/><author><name>kerstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499743801511435130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11965693.post-115419258927895035</id><published>2006-07-29T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T10:03:09.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salmon + Cat = Sandwich</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2244/992/1600/salmon_can.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2244/992/400/salmon_can.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Earlier today, we made &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;salmon&lt;/span&gt; spread. There was a little bit left in the two cans. So we gave one to Mika and she did her own turning of the can to get the salmon. We also gave one to Lorelie and I had to turn the can for her so she could get the salmon.&lt;br /&gt;When Lorelie was done with her salmon there was still a little bit left, so I gave it to Mika on the kitchen floor. Mika moved it almost like she and the can were dancing.&lt;br /&gt;Later, my dad made Annika and me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;tuna&lt;/span&gt; sandwiches. When we laid down on the floor to eat it (big mistake!) Mika came over and started licking my sandwich. So, I gave her a little pinch of tuna. After she had eaten that pinch of tuna, she came back and ate a little piece off of my bread for the sandwich. Now, for a normal cat, she would have spit it out, but not Mika.&lt;br /&gt;We found out a couple weeks ago that Mika and Lorelie love bread.&lt;br /&gt;Our cats are almost like little people in catsuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11965693-115419258927895035?l=dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/feeds/115419258927895035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11965693&amp;postID=115419258927895035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/115419258927895035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/115419258927895035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/2006/07/salmon-cat-sandwich.html' title='Salmon + Cat = Sandwich'/><author><name>kerstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499743801511435130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11965693.post-114942784370067144</id><published>2006-06-04T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T06:30:43.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Lorelie likes and dislikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2244/992/1600/lor_hates_hats.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2244/992/400/lor_hates_hats.jpg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Lorelie&lt;/span&gt; likes many things, but she hates a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;She &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;likes&lt;/span&gt; getting stuck up on high spots and whining for me to come get her down. She also likes biting my nose, my cheeks and just recently my lips, while I am sleeping. She does that because they are love bites -- very, very hard love bites.&lt;br /&gt;She also enjoys looking out the window by our computer desk, just waiting for the dove that loves to tease her to come back. She also loves getting Mika very, very mad at her. But she also mothers her by cleaning her.&lt;br /&gt;Lorelie &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;hates&lt;/span&gt; it when Mika tries to go to sleep, because a lot of times it is when Lorelie is very playful. She also hates it when it is clean-up day, because then a lot of her trash toys are thrown away. When I go to sleep, Lorelie will come in, make sure I am in bed, then she will go get some wrapper of something and come back and put it in my bed. A lot of times I will wake up and make my bed and have three or four wrappers in it.&lt;br /&gt;She also hates it when Daddy gets up late, because then they have to wait a little while for their breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;She also hates it when Annika or I put something really funny on her and try to take a picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, Lorelie loves and hates a lot of things, but she mostly loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11965693-114942784370067144?l=dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/feeds/114942784370067144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11965693&amp;postID=114942784370067144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/114942784370067144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/114942784370067144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-lorelie-likes-and-dislikes.html' title='What Lorelie likes and dislikes'/><author><name>kerstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499743801511435130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11965693.post-114459784113062822</id><published>2006-04-09T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T06:31:40.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuddle cats!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2244/992/1600/cuddle_cats.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2244/992/400/cuddle_cats.jpg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This past week, we have figured out all of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Lorelie's&lt;/span&gt; talents.&lt;br /&gt;Her first talent is she can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;cuddle&lt;/span&gt; and sleep almost all day.&lt;br /&gt;The next talent is she knows how to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;e-mail&lt;/span&gt;. That is a very funny story. We were eating breakfast and daddy told me to come see what Lorelie did, so I did. She had pulled up a blank e-mail, probably by hitting a combination of buttons on the keyboard. So, we were all joking that she had e-mailed some of her friends to tell them how great it was to be living here.&lt;br /&gt;Her next talent is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;talking&lt;/span&gt;. At night, just right when I get into bed I am usually reading or trying to get to sleep, Lorelie will come in and start meowing and I will answer her like she is talking. I of course have no clue what she is saying. So, I answer her with "yeah" or "I know." When she thinks the conversation is done, she comes up and cuddles with me.&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell by this photo, she does a very good job with her talent of cuddling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11965693-114459784113062822?l=dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/feeds/114459784113062822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11965693&amp;postID=114459784113062822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/114459784113062822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/114459784113062822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/2006/04/cuddle-cats.html' title='Cuddle cats!'/><author><name>kerstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499743801511435130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11965693.post-114191823391503429</id><published>2006-03-09T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T06:33:00.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit the snooze, it's time to get up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6996/926/1600/mika_clock.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6996/926/400/mika_clock.jpg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have a brand-new alarm clock.&lt;br /&gt;It is white, it purrs and has fur. Can you guess who it is?&lt;br /&gt;If you guessed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Mika&lt;/span&gt;, you're right!&lt;br /&gt;Every morning at exactly 6:24, Mika comes into my room, climbs onto my bed and comes over and starts purring. She kind of knows that I will wake up then.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I get up... yawn... stretch... lay in bed for two minutes... then get up.&lt;br /&gt;By that time, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Lorelie&lt;/span&gt; has convinced herself it's the end of the world because Mika is sucking up and she gets mean and starts bullying Mika around. Then I have to carry both cats downstairs and take a bath and them they usually try to sneak in and get on top of the tub. They like to get into the bathroom so much that both have figured out if the door is not closed all the way how to open.&lt;br /&gt;Lorelie is really sneaking into the bathroom and making mischief. A few days ago my dad caught Lorelie coming out of the bathroom with a razor in her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;When I heard about it, I went, "Well, she does have a little bit of armpit hair!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11965693-114191823391503429?l=dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/feeds/114191823391503429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11965693&amp;postID=114191823391503429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/114191823391503429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/114191823391503429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/2006/03/hit-snooze-its-time-to-get-up.html' title='Hit the snooze, it&apos;s time to get up!'/><author><name>kerstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499743801511435130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11965693.post-114044406131310106</id><published>2006-02-20T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T06:32:27.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cat Comes to Dog Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2244/992/1600/lu_lorelei.jpg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2244/992/320/lu_lorelei.jpg.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Saturday we got two cats from the Humane Society.&lt;br /&gt;One of them is Annika's and her name is Mika. The other one is mine. Her name is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Lorelie&lt;/span&gt;. She has black fur with two white spots on her belly. She has green eyes.&lt;br /&gt;At first she was kind of a sleepy head, a don't-really-want-to-do-anything kind of a cat.&lt;br /&gt;Now that she know us, all she thinks about is paper.&lt;br /&gt;She chases it, carries it around in her mouth and she tries to sneak up on it. This morning my dad was going to click on something with the mouse when all of a sudden the mouse was slipping away from him. He bent over to see what the problem was and there was Lorelie looking up at him! She was tugging at the mouse from the other side of the computer desk.&lt;br /&gt;Today we have the day off from school, so I am going to play with Lorelie. Then I am going to work on my Social Studies project for a while. I have to find flags of the southeastern states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11965693-114044406131310106?l=dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/feeds/114044406131310106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11965693&amp;postID=114044406131310106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/114044406131310106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/114044406131310106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/2006/02/cat-comes-to-dog-town.html' title='A Cat Comes to Dog Town'/><author><name>kerstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499743801511435130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11965693.post-114001625971118201</id><published>2006-02-15T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T07:11:40.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrr... Oh hi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6996/926/1600/lu_tuck_06.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6996/926/320/lu_tuck_06.jpg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Recently, my sister and I went to go get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Tucker&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Tucker is probably the star of this whole blog. He is our friends' dog and he is really nice.&lt;br /&gt;We were going to have him overnight, but first we had to go get him.&lt;br /&gt;When we got there Tucker came out and growled at us, but then he recognized us and came over and would not stop licking us. He was so happy to see us. We got in the car and he would not stop crying until we got home. When we got there, he went to the bathroom on the carpet so I had to take him outside for about three minutes and he went to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;When we went to bed, he went from mom and dad's room to Annika's room, where I was sleeping. He decided to sleep with us, so he could actually get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I had to take a bath, so I went into the bathroom and all of a sudden, Tucker freaked out. He started whining and barking and he would not settle down. He thought I left. Then my dad called Annika down and Tucker calmed down a little but was still a little freaked out. When I came out he got all happy and raced up the steps to see me.&lt;br /&gt;When we had to take him home, he got into the car but then started whining again. I guess he was sad that he couldn't stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11965693-114001625971118201?l=dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/feeds/114001625971118201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11965693&amp;postID=114001625971118201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/114001625971118201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/114001625971118201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/2006/02/grrr-oh-hi.html' title='Grrr... Oh hi!'/><author><name>kerstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499743801511435130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11965693.post-113876020789992909</id><published>2006-01-31T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T18:16:47.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goddog visits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2244/992/1600/crazy_dog2.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2244/992/320/crazy_dog2.jpg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This past weekend my goddog Zoe came to visit at our new house.&lt;br /&gt;I think she must not have recovered from the time she bumped her head on the wooden desk in the corner because, as you can tell, she is still pretty... how do you say it... dumb, stupid and crazy.&lt;br /&gt;When she first got here she was a little calm. Then, she saw us and totally started freaking out. But, after a while, she calmed down and was a lovable, crazy dog.&lt;br /&gt;We took on a walk to Ann St., which is two blocks away, walked down that block and down Garfield to the apartments -- which is a good mile, I would say.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to walk back, the same way we came. When we got back, she was really tired, so she was cute.&lt;br /&gt;My mom and dad were very happy because she didn't have any accidents, which was good. I really think she was too busy wondering what we were doing, sleeping on the couch and checking the floor for crumbs. There was really no time for an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11965693-113876020789992909?l=dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/feeds/113876020789992909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11965693&amp;postID=113876020789992909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/113876020789992909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/113876020789992909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/2006/01/goddog-visits.html' title='Goddog visits'/><author><name>kerstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499743801511435130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11965693.post-113712005750148066</id><published>2006-01-12T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T08:33:46.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Braces</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On Tuesday I got the most painful thing -- for now -- there will ever be -- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;braces&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My braces are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;lime green&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;light blue&lt;/span&gt;. When I was getting them I was more afraid of the big white plastic thing holding my mouth. Then, the big thing that could burn me if it touched anything other than my teeth. I should probably mention that that day I woke up really tired and a couple times the orthodontist had to tap me.&lt;br /&gt;There are some good things about having braces. I have figured out who my worst enemy is... duh-duh-duh-duh! The spoon!&lt;br /&gt;Because it is very hard to get a spoon in my mouth with braces.&lt;br /&gt;On the day I got my braces, I had pizza pocket things. I was supposed to have peanut butter and jelly, but it was too peanut buttery. My friends knew I was getting braces. They thought I would go with some whacko color thing like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;. But I told them there were two reasons I wasn't going to go with those colors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; None of my outfits would match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; I hate the color purple! It's so related to pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11965693-113712005750148066?l=dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/feeds/113712005750148066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11965693&amp;postID=113712005750148066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/113712005750148066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/113712005750148066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/2006/01/braces.html' title='Braces'/><author><name>kerstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499743801511435130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11965693.post-113331619159338321</id><published>2005-11-29T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T18:21:09.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppymania!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2244/992/1600/puggles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2244/992/320/puggles.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tonight I experienced &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;puppymania&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I started out looking for puggle pictures online and I found a lot. I also looked for golden retriever pictures, black and yellow lab pictures and I fell in love with all of them.&lt;br /&gt;So, my dad told me to delete a lot of them.&lt;br /&gt;I really did not want to, because they were all so cute but I decided once the other ones get old, I can find new ones.&lt;br /&gt;We are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt; getting a house of our own and getting a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;DOG&lt;/span&gt; of our own. I have been waiting to get a dog for the last two years. We have been fighting on a name. I want Lorelai, Luke or Rory (they come from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gilmore Girls&lt;/span&gt;, my favorite TV show). I have no clue what the other ones want. I have just been telling everyone every day I want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lorelai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, Luke or Rory.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else has been telling me it should be a name like Tucker, Zoe, Cash or Princess. My dad says that "Cat" would work as a name, but we are getting a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;DOG&lt;/span&gt;! Princess is also off my list because it is waaaay too girly. Zoe can't work, because my goddog is named Zoe. My cousin Morgan let me be the godmother to her dog.&lt;br /&gt;Cash will not work because my godmother's (the one in Iowa) dog is named Johnny Cash, but we all call him Cash or Cashy Baby. Tucker doesn't work because our friends' dog is named Tucker.&lt;br /&gt;So, all in the end, Lorelai, Luke or Rory would just be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11965693-113331619159338321?l=dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/feeds/113331619159338321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11965693&amp;postID=113331619159338321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/113331619159338321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/113331619159338321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/2005/11/puppymania.html' title='Puppymania!!!'/><author><name>kerstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499743801511435130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11965693.post-112887615725435452</id><published>2005-10-09T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T09:42:37.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please welcome Buster the Bird!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6996/926/1600/buster_hello.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6996/926/320/buster_hello.jpg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, it all started when we said we were just going to "bird-sit" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Buster&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Buster&lt;/span&gt; first belonged to our friends Matt and Emily and when they got married we promised to bird-sit.&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to give him back a few weeks ago, but we begged and begged to get to keep &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Buster&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Matt and Emily joked about how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Buster&lt;/span&gt; is all of a sudden a good bird because he used to be the biggest scaredy cat you would ever know.&lt;br /&gt;Now that he is with us, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Buster&lt;/span&gt; just loves it. Maybe it's because we feed him almost every day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11965693-112887615725435452?l=dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/112887615725435452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/112887615725435452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/2005/10/please-welcome-buster-bird.html' title='Please welcome Buster the Bird!'/><author><name>kerstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499743801511435130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11965693.post-112645589069754151</id><published>2005-09-11T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T09:24:50.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My dog-sitting days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2244/992/1600/zoe_reunion.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2244/992/320/zoe_reunion.jpg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This summer I dog-sat two dogs. One is Zoe, who is in the picture. And the other one is Tucker, who you will see a lot in this blog. Zoe belongs to my cousin Morgan and Tucker belongs to our friends, Ken and Roxane.&lt;br /&gt;Tucker is a cross between a beagle and a pug and Zoe is just a yellow lab who is very crazy. Tucker is a lot more laid back and sweeter and Zoe is more of a rough house kind of a dog. Zoe also barks a lot. My dad's probably still trying to catch up with his sleep after getting up at 5 o'clock with both Zoe and Tucker.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun to dog-sit because I don't own a dog so it's very fun to care for dogs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11965693-112645589069754151?l=dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/feeds/112645589069754151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11965693&amp;postID=112645589069754151' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/112645589069754151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/112645589069754151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-dog-sitting-days.html' title='My dog-sitting days'/><author><name>kerstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499743801511435130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11965693.post-112178934706222099</id><published>2005-07-19T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T09:09:07.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whippet, Whippet good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6996/926/1600/daisy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6996/926/320/daisy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This weekend, I got a book about all these kinds of dog breeds and my favorite one is a whippet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Whippets&lt;/span&gt; are small greyhounds. I read that they are fast and very kind and gentle.&lt;br /&gt;In the old days, whippets were bred for racing. That is why they are so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Whippets have two kinds of speeds -- fast and asleep. My aunt Inger told me that and she took the picture to the right.&lt;br /&gt;This is a dog named Daisy. It lives in an apartment in San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up, I plan on having two whippets and one other kind of dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11965693-112178934706222099?l=dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/feeds/112178934706222099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11965693&amp;postID=112178934706222099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/112178934706222099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/112178934706222099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/2005/07/whippet-whippet-good.html' title='Whippet, Whippet good'/><author><name>kerstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499743801511435130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11965693.post-111763142893195232</id><published>2005-06-01T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T06:11:17.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days I have to get up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3,2,1... School's almost over!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; I could scream!&lt;br /&gt;This summer I plan on swimming, seeing my cousin and reading and writing on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe even visiting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;TUCKER&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11965693-111763142893195232?l=dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/feeds/111763142893195232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11965693&amp;postID=111763142893195232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/111763142893195232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/111763142893195232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/2005/06/3-days-i-have-to-get-up.html' title='3 days I have to get up!'/><author><name>kerstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499743801511435130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11965693.post-111749169202225196</id><published>2005-05-30T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T15:23:44.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here is what we look like, with Tucker as a puppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/129/5028/640/tucker.girls.2.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/129/5028/320/tucker.girls.2.jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me and Tucker and my sister Annika.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Posted by &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;Hello&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11965693-111749169202225196?l=dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/feeds/111749169202225196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11965693&amp;postID=111749169202225196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/111749169202225196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/111749169202225196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/2005/05/here-is-what-we-look-like-with-tucker.html' title='Here is what we look like, with Tucker as a puppy'/><author><name>kerstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499743801511435130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11965693.post-111749057527258743</id><published>2005-05-30T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T15:10:13.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A  DOG  NAMED  TUCKER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=file:"///c:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Owner/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/tucker.girls.1.jpg.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday I went to a party where I hung out with a dog named Tucker. He got ran over by a car and survived. I sat with him and petted him. He was so happy he was shaking.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so  happy  to  sit  with  him. &lt;br /&gt;I am saving my money to buy a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11965693-111749057527258743?l=dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/feeds/111749057527258743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11965693&amp;postID=111749057527258743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/111749057527258743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/111749057527258743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/2005/05/dog-named-tucker.html' title='A  DOG  NAMED  TUCKER!'/><author><name>kerstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499743801511435130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11965693.post-111279088794372810</id><published>2005-04-06T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T05:35:52.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arf! Arf! Hi!</title><content type='html'>My name is Kerstin and what I plan on doing is just talking about animals, mainly dogs. My two favorite animals are pandas and dogs. I like to read a lot of books on animals and I am going to use this Web site to talk about interesting things I found.&lt;br /&gt;If you have any stories to share, go ahead and post them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11965693-111279088794372810?l=dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/feeds/111279088794372810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11965693&amp;postID=111279088794372810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/111279088794372810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11965693/posts/default/111279088794372810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogtowntalk1995.blogspot.com/2005/04/arf-arf-hi.html' title='Arf! Arf! Hi!'/><author><name>kerstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11499743801511435130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
